Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.